Once upon a time, it was the time for the birds to migrate to warmer places. And here comes our little rebel who thinks that he should remain back, ignore the insticts that mother nature gave him.
As the time went-by the weather became colder and harder to survive. And our punk covered only with a tiny bit of feathers lay frozen on the ground. Waiting the sure dead if it was not for a passing cow. And the cow, like every well natured cow happen to shit, and like every carelessly left cow-shit, that one fell upon our little bird. And thus the heat of the shit saved our little soul. Impressed with his luck he started singing in a desperate joy. But, alas and there comes a cat, looking for the source of the bird-song. She finds the bird lying in the shit, the hunger preceedes the dirt and in one gulp our little rebel bird lands in the stomach of the cat.
And here comes the moral of the story:
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